Short Double Bass Poems
Short Double Bass Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Double Bass by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Double Bass by length and keyword.
Should I get back
To the randomized drum attack
Or what would you let
Me survive and drum
Upon a double bass drum dream
You numb my eyes
From tippity-top
To eight count plies
Rhythmic grooves
Crossing hard waxed floors
Bouncing orange orbs denied
Double bass pounding, pounding
In my ears
Heart
Pride
Moving like soft water
Untethered sass
Yesterday’s child
Today a Dancer
Numbing eyes
Embracing eyes upon sight
Swirling as a whirlwind
Clasping lips together as one
Hearts in sync as a double bass
A Symphony of Violins
Quivering tones of Love
As Bass Woodwinds
With Sounds of Angels harps
Reaching deep into the soul
Beethoven whispering tunes
In this Theater
of Love
Hanging With The Moon
Moving to the deep hollow
rhythm of the double bass
coupled the with
dance of the piano keys
and the slow cadence of the guitar strum.
This Master of Jazz carries me away,
off to an old flowing riverboat,
cruising off into the sunset,
taking my restless feet with it,
so I can hang with the Moon,
for a while.
JAZZ
Raised up gooseflesh dipped in metal,
a shiver runs right down my spine;
Every emotion they enshrine,
somehow the scream helps me settle;
Please hit that double bass pedal,
I’ll throw you a devil horn sign;
Raised up gooseflesh;
They view me as the jezebel,
a black fishnet flavored outline;
With a head bang everything’s fine,
healing factor with no equal;
Raised up gooseflesh.
Your moods are like sounding boards.
You can sound serious or sad like a cello or double bass,
you can sound aggressive or violent like a bass drum,
heavy and repetitive like a marching drum;
but also cheerful and lively like a piano or a tambourine.
It all depends on the wood you are made of,
of the frame and the capacity to vibrate
and the "soul" that supports the weight of the tensioned strings.
Glissandos
with a twist of tangy lime
arpeggios
in starched cuffs and gleaming buttons
sparkle from the ivories
of a Baldwin baby grand
leaving the root notes
for the double bass to play
It's honey
in be-bop
pure rich amber honey
with a cinnamon stick
and a drop of syncopation
blending in soft beats
of a hi-hat
gentle brushes on a tom
A second round
of drinks arrives
as conversations hush
and candles flicker
Our new favorite diner
with smooth live jazz
on Wednesdays